Of all places to hold an elegant function such as this, Kayla would not have expected to find a racetrack in Arlington to be among them. And yet, pulling the skirt of her gray chiffon dress with a slit set just above the knee and a sweetheart neckline and matching spaghetti straps, she had now stood as one of the main guests while photographers nearly blinded her with their trigger happy fingers. Extending beyond the carpet that would lead from the entrance to the racecourse to that of the track circuit itself, Kayla observed a series of white tents set up in the center of the raceway with guests of grand importance set beneath the ivory curtains.
As her eyes would take in the details of lights strung above to rival the stars of the otherwise canvased ceiling to the expensive flowers col
